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Welcome delinquents to PHS #552. A few reminders, no rough housing, no running in the hallways, no cheating, and no talking back to your teachers. Beyond that, enjoy yourselves. After all these are the years you’ll look back on, and remember, you mother fuckers peaked too early.
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Public Highschool #552 was rebooted by Xereon and Aether. Content is copyrighted to PHS #552 unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney and has been heavily edited. Banner Image Credit. Chatbox Credit
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COME IN COME ALL AND WATCH THE SPECTACULAR STUDENTS FROM PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL 552 AS THEY PIT AGAINST EACH OTHER IN BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN! Watch as students go toe to toe on this little tournament with an unbelievable budget allocation! See them bite each other in arena made of LEGOS! Make each other bleed in an artificial JUNGLE!, even go as far as making them break bones under an artificial STORM! Really, HOW BIG IS THE BUDGET ON THIS SHIT! SO PLACE OUR BETS AND GO WATCH BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN NOW!
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A brand new group is on the making, The Apostles, a Pillar-like group led by none other than our brand new headmaster, Gregoire Girard. A student body that would lead students and enforce the law on this little school of ours. Little is still known about this student body, but who knows? It might just be what the school needs.
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A lunch box is seen last Friday, around 12:37:08pm with an encouraging note packed inside. This appalling display that utterly lacked manliness has left many students stunned and outrage, as some decided, after a long while, to speak out against it.
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It's About Respect (Open)
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THE IRON DRAGON
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Post by Macht Stärke on Dec 11, 2014 12:02:08 GMT -5
Public Highschool #552, one riddled with delinquents and corrupt faculty. The place was so bad it was almost like being out on the streets again. From the moment he stepped onto the campus, Macht viewed countless fights taking place - people throwing each other into lockers, curbstoming people on the stairways, faces being bashed into the ground... it made him sick. But, at the same time, it put a smile on his face, because this was an environment he was used to. This was a jungle, and Macht was going to make himself be king.
The first step to getting where he wanted to be was establishing a name for himself. He could be like everyone else and just fight for the sake of it, or he could take a stand and help those who can't really fight for themselves. One of those would make him be seen like the common rabble, maybe feared, at best, while the other would likely gain him respect... and it's all about respect.
"Hey, assholes!" he shouted to a group of three who'd just about beaten a poor kid within an inch of his life. "How about you pick on someone your own size?"
The three looked at each other and laughed. They looked around, holding their arms out, and when Macht's eyes saw what theirs did he sighed. It looked like most of the people in the damn courtyard were part of the same gang, and he'd basically just called them all out.
"I mean, all of you at the same time would be significantly more than I can handle, but that doesn't mean I won't fuck some of you up."
About twelve dudes charged at him from all sides.
Hoo boy.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2014 12:40:22 GMT -5
"Ohhh crap. Ohcrapohcrapohcrap!"
That about summed up the blonde doctor's thoughts as she spotted the beating going on outside. She bolted from her desk, leaving her tea to grow cold as she hurried, snatching up her emergency bag and lifting the shoulder strap over her head. And then she grabbed the backboard and rushed from the infirmary to the nearest emergency exit that would take her closest to where she needed to be.
All this in time to quickly assess and hear the foolish but apparently brave student's words. While her top priority was the injured student, there was no way she wanted to deal with two or more critical injuries.
"Stop this! Right now!" Putting the crack of authority behind her shout, she hoped to have the majority of the students stop. Or pause. Or gain their attention.
But listening to her was much preferred.
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I'm fine in the fire, I feed on the friction. I'm right where I should be. Don't try and fix me..
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Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 11, 2014 12:44:26 GMT -5
Completely ignoring the pleas of a nearby teacher, 12 would quickly drop to 11, as a nasty elbow colliding with one of the group of kids head for the student that had been so brave. Austin struck out cleanly and quietly. The poor sap hadn't even seen the elbow coming before he dropped in a heap upon the courtyard grass. While his intent wasn't exactly aimed and helping Braveheart over there, his guess was that he would lighten the load a little bit at least.
Austin too demanded respect. He knew it was imperative that he gain a reputation around here. He had his moments of violence himself, but that didn't mean he was above helping people every now and then. After all, it was one of the only ways to really gain allies. However the young Biker outlaw was not alone in his actions. Today he had a couple of his buddies with him.
"Skids, Grinder. Let's show these punks who's the boss around here.."
Walking up beside Austin, to his right, was the club member he called Grinder. A relatively big kid, a couple inches taller then his club president and at least 20 pounds heavier. Too Knuckle's left was Skidz, a much smaller scrawny kid with a faux hawk. Both looked to be battle-born, as did their leader. They were not wearing the Apex Warrior vests at the moment, but they all considered themselves to be symbolic enough. A brotherhood defiant on making itself known to the masses.
Austin would engage another from the group, driving a front kick into the midsection of his target, before dropping the point of his elbow against the back of his head when he keeled over from the kick. Skids and Grinder would engage their own targets and begin pummeling.
"Hey, Yo! Braveheart, Don't make us do all the work!"
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Post by Macht Stärke on Dec 11, 2014 12:56:17 GMT -5
"Prepare for a beat--" one guy was knocked out.
"Stop this! Right now!" Three of the guys stopped in their tracks to see whoever it was that shouted. One of them booked it, the other two went after her instead.
Then yet another guy got knocked out by the biker dudes.
Twelve became eleven, then ten, then nine, with two after the girl. Teacher? Some sort of authority? Macht had no idea.
"What is even happening right now," he muttered, taking to the fight himself. Delivering a swift punch to the throat, he dispatched one of the guys in the group and then ran after the dudes who charged the lady. Being much quicker, he tackled one to the ground, before stealing that guy's shoe and chucking it at the other's head. He figured that wouldn't do much, but he at least wanted to get the attention off her.
"Sorry, lady! Don't want you mixed up in - FUCK!" and then he was punched in the face so hard he was dazed. His head hit the floor and he couldn't get back up because the two literally kicked him while he was down.
He made a fool of himself this time.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2014 13:12:23 GMT -5
. o O ( Sorry guys, I know I don't have my stats in my sig yet. Here we go.
Strength: 25
Dexterity: 30
Constitution: 25
Intelligence: 40
Wisdom: 30 )
Arianna frowned, but didn't stop her quick jog. In fact, with three rushing her, she veered slightly towards them and used the flat of the backboard she was carrying like a baseball bat, not looking to injure, but to daze and make them fall over. She was, after all, about three times as fast and around twice as strong.
Which wouldn't save the instigator, but had the doctor pivoting to bestow the same hard-yet-easy treatment of being smacked near the shoulders with the item she needed to use on the most injured student from the start of it all. It was sturdy, that was for sure.
"Enough! All of you!"
Perhaps after that display, pack and all, some would deign to listen to her. She would note them. She'd already taken note of the one that knocked out one of the students, and his apparent two lackeys.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 11, 2014 13:31:23 GMT -5
"Who the hell are you? My mother?"
Austin wasn't stupid. It was clear the woman had to be a faculty member, otherwise she wouldn't be trying to gain control of the situation here. And it was quite obvious she wasn't a student either. She was far too much woman for a teenage girl. He quickly realized his eyes were wandering and snapped out of it.
"You guys.. Go catch the stragglers. I want to know more about them. And I don't think they got my whole message."
Austin would hold off on pursuing violence, at least for the moment. His eyes would fall toward the kid he dubbed Braveheart. It looked as if he had taken quite the beating. Knuckles sort of felt sorry for him. Sort of. He would move away from the two dudes he downed, approaching the teacher and the student near her feet.
"You some kind of stupid, kid? Can you even fight?"
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Post by Macht Stärke on Dec 11, 2014 13:38:43 GMT -5
Upon seeing what everyone there was capable of (besides Macht), the few people left standing all ran off, being chased by the dudes from Sons of Anarchy. The instigator, meanwhile, laid on the floor and sighed before coughing up a bit of his own blood and spitting it out onto the concrete beside him. "Well, yeah... just didn't want to - ow - take all your glory, big guy..." With a groan, Macht pushed himself up to his feet and wiped the blood and dirt off of his face.
Now that the conflict was resolved, the German went to go check on the kid he'd tried to help earlier. Damn guy was unconscious, so he wasn't going to help himself. Macht tried to lift the body, but not only was he weak and beat up, the guy was heavy as shit. "Hey I appreciate the Batman shit or whatever you wanna call it, but can you help me get this guy to, like, a doctor? Nurse? Whatever the fuck this shithole offers?" He cracked a small grin. "And thanks, lady. Pretty sure if you and macho man here hadn't scared them off I'd look just like this kid."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2014 13:53:06 GMT -5
Dear God. These kids.
Though she wanted to check on the kid at her feet, she glanced around. It was enough time for the one at her feet to get up and move.
But. The woman that had just pummeled several kids with the backboard saw he was just about to—
"Do not touch him. You'll only make his injuries worse." She stated, with some urgency, already quickly walking over. "Just step back and give me room, because I am the Doctor that accepted this school's offer."
Her tone, while cool, was patient. Already, she wondered why she had chosen to accept this job. And the answer was: to help. But the students here seemed more apt to hinder than help.
"Now. I need you both to listen to me, please." She was used to working with trained individuals. She was going to need help, and if she had to say please in this rather urgent situation - which might help, with the other kid's defiance and questioning her authority - then she would. She pulled a neck brace from the bag she had yet to remove before slowly positioning his body and using it to roll him carefully onto his side, into the recovery position so she could put on the brace. "Please gently put that board behind him. Then I am going to need your help to take him to my infirmary, as well as anyone knocked unconscious. And you."
She pointed at Macht, her light, honey-coloured eyes keen and focused.
Provided one of them did as she requested, she would roll the kid onto the board and into place. If not, she would waste precious time she could be spending checking for other injuries like internal bleeding to do so, herself.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 11, 2014 20:26:12 GMT -5
Austin stood in place, pondering what to do next. He was sure that His burner would start ringing soon, but for now he had little to do since it seemed the crowd had cleared out. Letting a small sigh escape his lips, Austin would grab at the board this teacher had pointed to, and then placed it where she designated.
"I better get some brownie points for this . Macho man usually snaps into the slimjims, not help put them back together."
He had a little bit of a smirk on his face. The kid before him was kind of entertaining, even in his damaged state. But it seemed he wouldn't really have time to dwell on 'Braveheart' here. This doctor seemed adamant about getting this kid to the infirmary quickly. He would stand near his edge of the board, wait for her to tell him to pick his side up.
"At least you won't ever be bored working here. I'll be sure to help keep you busy, from time to time."
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